Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[aswertyuiol]

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[zugzwang.]

Once there was a young girl named Elizabeth. She had a small porcelain doll with a blue cloth dress and hat. It had blonde curly hair and puckered lips. Elizabeth found this doll in the attic of the house they had just moved into. This was in the Victorian era so the doll was one of the best things she had. A year after, one of Elizabeth's friends came over and when Elizabeth went to get something, she found the doll and shoved it into her small handbag she so proudly wore everywhere she went. Elizabeth searched and searched for the doll but couldn't find it. She ran up to the attic where she spotted her porcelain doll. She started toward it but it disappeared. A high pitched giggly voice entered her head, and Elizabeth's vision flooded withe red. "You'll never find me!" It giggled. Elizabeth screamed in frustration and agony for she wanted that doll. Her mother hurried up to the attic to find Elizabeth jumping off a large box, with a rope wrapped around her neck. I would rather be dead than without that doll was written all over the attic in what appeared to be blood.

The doll went around like this, being stolen then girls killing themselves, until it came into the hands of a girl named Molly. Now it was 2000 and Molly was six. She guarded that doll with her life. Molly's hair was black, so she even colored the doll's hair black. After she did that, the eyes of the doll turned red, but Molly didn't notice. Molly's eyes turned red too. Molly woke up one morning with the same clothes as the doll. She looked just like the doll, but didn't care. All she did was smile, happy that she was like her favorite doll. Then once another girl stole the doll. Molly saw her out of the corner of her eye though. "Just a second, I'm going to get us a snack." Molly said and skipped down to the kitchen where she grabbed a large night. When she came back up a giggle sounded in her mind. Molly marched over to her friend who had stolen the doll and stabbed her in the back of her head. She then chopped her up and put her in a box that she put next to her doll that was in her friend's backpack. That night, Molly tried to take of the dress and hat to put on her pajamas, but she couldn't, they were stuck to her. Molly just fell asleep in the getup. When she woke up in the middle of the night, the box that had the remains of her friend was opened and on her bed. The doll was nowhere in sight. Molly looked down and realized she was wearing her regular clothes and her eyes were back to brown. She knew that meant the doll was gone. Out of the box a shimmering image of Molly's friend appeared. "I deserve life more than you." She said and Molly collapsed, not breathing.

The doll had disappeared forever...or at least until 2003. It then appeared again where a girl named Jasmine found it. Son Jasmine was murdered by another girl who wanted the doll, but then the doll disappeared again.

It appeared again in 2006, where a girl named Chloe found it. She murdered another girl for the same reason Molly did, then the doll disappeared again.

The doll showed up once more in 2009, where a girl named Eva found it and was murdered by two girls who fought each other over it until they both died, not even noticing the doll had disappeared.

So the doll shows up every three years and its now been three years since the last visit. Now there's only one question: who will be next?



Note: some of these ideas might be from somebody else because I read a lot of scary stories on cs I'm not even sure which is my idea or someone else's in my mind anymore. Lol so yeah. Usually I'm better at scary stories. I wrote this because I have a really creepy porcelain doll on my shelf. Well it's only creepy because it's realistic.

Lol, lucky for me it's unlikely to be me next, 'cause my name's Chloe and I hate the sight of blood.

... guess what i found in my closet last month?...

[snowykay]

*pats on back* you're probably gonna be next...well...see ya around. Or not. (Lol jk that's creepy)

Once there was a young girl named Elizabeth. She had a small porcelain doll with a blue cloth dress and hat. It had blonde curly hair and puckered lips. Elizabeth found this doll in the attic of the house they had just moved into. This was in the Victorian era so the doll was one of the best things she had. A year after, one of Elizabeth's friends came over and when Elizabeth went to get something, she found the doll and shoved it into her small handbag she so proudly wore everywhere she went. Elizabeth searched and searched for the doll but couldn't find it. She ran up to the attic where she spotted her porcelain doll. She started toward it but it disappeared. A high pitched giggly voice entered her head, and Elizabeth's vision flooded withe red. "You'll never find me!" It giggled. Elizabeth screamed in frustration and agony for she wanted that doll. Her mother hurried up to the attic to find Elizabeth jumping off a large box, with a rope wrapped around her neck. I would rather be dead than without that doll was written all over the attic in what appeared to be blood.

The doll went around like this, being stolen then girls killing themselves, until it came into the hands of a girl named Molly. Now it was 2000 and Molly was six. She guarded that doll with her life. Molly's hair was black, so she even colored the doll's hair black. After she did that, the eyes of the doll turned red, but Molly didn't notice. Molly's eyes turned red too. Molly woke up one morning with the same clothes as the doll. She looked just like the doll, but didn't care. All she did was smile, happy that she was like her favorite doll. Then once another girl stole the doll. Molly saw her out of the corner of her eye though. "Just a second, I'm going to get us a snack." Molly said and skipped down to the kitchen where she grabbed a large night. When she came back up a giggle sounded in her mind. Molly marched over to her friend who had stolen the doll and stabbed her in the back of her head. She then chopped her up and put her in a box that she put next to her doll that was in her friend's backpack. That night, Molly tried to take of the dress and hat to put on her pajamas, but she couldn't, they were stuck to her. Molly just fell asleep in the getup. When she woke up in the middle of the night, the box that had the remains of her friend was opened and on her bed. The doll was nowhere in sight. Molly looked down and realized she was wearing her regular clothes and her eyes were back to brown. She knew that meant the doll was gone. Out of the box a shimmering image of Molly's friend appeared. "I deserve life more than you." She said and Molly collapsed, not breathing.

The doll had disappeared forever...or at least until 2003. It then appeared again where a girl named Jasmine found it. Son Jasmine was murdered by another girl who wanted the doll, but then the doll disappeared again.

It appeared again in 2006, where a girl named Chloe found it. She murdered another girl for the same reason Molly did, then the doll disappeared again.

The doll showed up once more in 2009, where a girl named Eva found it and was murdered by two girls who fought each other over it until they both died, not even noticing the doll had disappeared.

So the doll shows up every three years and its now been three years since the last visit. Now there's only one question: who will be next?



Note: some of these ideas might be from somebody else because I read a lot of scary stories on cs I'm not even sure which is my idea or someone else's in my mind anymore. Lol so yeah. Usually I'm better at scary stories. I wrote this because I have a really creepy porcelain doll on my shelf. Well it's only creepy because it's realistic.

Lol, lucky for me it's unlikely to be me next, 'cause my name's Chloe and I hate the sight of blood.

... guess what i found in my closet last month?...

[zugzwang.]

well i asked my parent to get rid of it and hey did

[snowykay]

well i asked my parent to get rid of it and hey did

Uh oh *winches* now it'll come after you! No, jk!

I read this scary story that really creeped me out. Now that I think about I think it was just me reading Coralline. That's a weird book/movie. Now that I think about it, it's not scary. Just weird. Still gave me the creeps at night because of those lalaloopsy dolls look like coralline dolls.

[The Growling Wolf]

This scared me so much. So I looked up scary stories, then scar stories to read in the dark, and there were all these scary images. So I was just about to press back, when the screen went blank, and about 5 minets later, it came back, but all the images where really big. Try it and see if the same thing happens ( don't look it up on images, just normal)

[Nyxy]

One day a boy named Charlie Wackaweed, was making a wish on a star. He did not know that the wish he would be making would change his life forever.

It was late one night, when Charlie was looking at the stars. He had heard that if you wish on the first star you see, your wish will become true. So he spotted the first star that he saw, and he made a wish on it. His wish was that whatever he said or did, for it to come true. So for instance if he would say "Let it snow" it would snow.

Just a few days later, he was sitting in Geometry class wondering about the test they would have in about 5 minutes. When he got the test, he sat there wishing that he would ace the test. He took the test that was supposed to be very hard and he thought that it was easy. He got it back and it was an A+. he was amazed because he had never had a test and aced it before, and this test was probably the hardest one that he had ever taken. He asked all his classmates what they had gotten on the test and they all replied " A C+ or lower. Charlie was very excited that he had gotten a better grade than Chris, who was an A+ student ,and Chris had made a C-.

There was this one kid that Charlie did not like. He wished that something bad would happen to him. The very next day he was out of school. Charlie asked his teacher where he was he said " He is in the hospital with a very deadly disease. It came on him so fast, and none of the doctors have a cure. It is really weird. I have never seen anything like it."

The very next day, Charlie heard that the kid with the deadly disease had died. Charlie was upset about the whole situation. He knew that it was his fault that he had died . So he went to his funeral with sorrow and regret.

He was at home, alone, late one night. All of a sudden the phone rang. He ran down the steps to answer it thinking that it might be his parents. He picked up the phone and he heard the dial tone. He thought to himself "That's weird" and then he went back up to his room thinking no more about it. This happened several more times and he still ignored it. Then all of a sudden the door bell rang. He went down to answer it again thinking that it might be his best friend Jarred. He opened the door and said "Hey Jarred......what's....." but then he noticed that no one was there. He thought to himself "It must be those little kids that live down the street prank calling and ringing the doorbell and running." So he then went back up the stairs to his room, thinking no more of it. Then there was a peck on the window. He was really starting to get kind of scared and curious. He went to the window, opened it and yelled "Get out of here you little kids!!" But still he saw no one. Since it was starting to get really freaky, he decided to go and watch some T.V. He flipped on the T.V. and right then the power went out. He knew that the kids couldn't have done something like that because he didn't have a fuse box. He now realized that the kids couldn't have done any of the other things now, and he was starting to get really scared. He went and got a flash light and he saw red eyes across the room and was coming very fast towards him. He all of a sudden heard a low, creepy, but familiar voice calling " Charlie..........Charlie...........Charlie.....how could you do something like this to me?" Charlie replied "Who are you? What do you want from me? I have no clue what you're talking about." The voice replied "You do know what I'm talking about Charlie Wackaweed."All of a sudden, it jumped out behind the shadows and Charlie saw a beaten, flesh removed, kid that Charlie recognized as the kid that he had wished that something bad would happen to. His eyes were blood red, and the flesh that he had left was purple and blue. Charlie was scared to death. He told the kid that he had never meant for him to be killed or even hurt, but he didn't believe him. The kid replied "Now it is your turn to follow the pain and death that I had suffered through." Then the kid took Charlie out of the house, and tied him up to a tree. The kid then dug a huge hole and then untied Charlie. The ghost said to him," I'm sorry that it has to end this way Charlie, but this is what you have to repay me by doing. Good-Bye Charlie!" Then the kid threw Charlie in the hole and buried him alive.

No one really knew what had happened to Charlie Wackaweed. Until one day a clipping all of a sudden appeared in the newspaper telling what had happened and who had actually killed the kid that Charlie didn't like. I am telling you now, be careful what you wish for because it just might come true.

*****This is not a true story,or maybe it is?*****

[Shin Kuroi]

Nice story!

[Nyxy]

Nice story!

Thanks! ^-^

[sarcasteil]

I thought I read that on creepypasta.. Still creeps me out, though.

Is it just me, but do any of you kinda feel scared to go out between 6ish to 7ish? You know at sundown, just after the sun went out? Well when I had to take a towel from the drying rack outside, I'd do it really fast. Most of the times I'd ask somebody to get it for me.
Do you feel the same? A cold shiver would run through my back and my heart would go all fast.